In a small town in Spain

Psycho-geometry:

"To paint is to love again," I believe Henry Miller said that in a short story in Black Spring.

There is that element of faith--ingrained, accepted, like the tolls of the church bells which echo the hour, that reminds you this is a Catholic country.

We can and should elevate the art of writing. Let us park ourselves at the capabilities, the intersections of modern highways and scope out a description--a narrative of the city as life--paint together - picture word poetries - of the night - of the crowds screaming in that familiar portrait of Hitler, the only familiar speeches we share. I believe we can, let the reality absorb into us, let the energy of a place reshape our sense, and practice our craft - to imperfection.